Chapter 25 Nathan #2
I swallow hard, my throat dry. “I… prepped.” His eyes widen slightly, trying to figure out how serious I am.
I force myself to keep going. “I looked up what I needed and um… watched some videos,” I admit, heat creeping up my neck.
“I didn’t want to mess anything up. I just—” I exhale, running a hand through my hair. “I really want this. I want you.”
His gaze drops, slowly dragging down my chest and my cock before returning to my face, and he lets out a low, shaky groan. “Fuck. Are you sure?” he asks, holding my gaze.
I nod, threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m sure. I want to be close to you.”
He cups my jaw, his thumb brushing along the curve of my cheekbone. “We’re close right now, baby,” he says. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“I want to,” I assure him.
He groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “Fuck. I did not think tonight was gonna end with me inside you.”
He pulls back, his eyes trailing all over me, and I smile, a little drunk on the way he looks at me. “You remember how good it felt last time?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine.
“Yeah,” I whisper against his lips.
Since that night, he’s been coming over to my room, and we kiss, stroke each other, grind a little, but he hasn’t fingered me since. I’m kind of dying for it, right now.
His fingers trail up the inside of my thigh. “I’ve been jerking off to the memory of your moans every night,” he says against my mouth. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you falling apart for me.”
My breath stutters. “Logan—”
He grabs the lube he brought from the nightstand, flips the cap with one hand, and slicks his fingers, warming them up before he slides a finger down, circling my hole.
“Ohhh—fuck—” I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his shoulder when he presses past the tight ring.
Logan groans. “God, you’re still tight as hell. Fuck. This is gonna feel so good.”
I whimper, not meaning to, but honestly I can’t not make noise whenever he touches me.
He hushes me with a slow kiss. “Breathe, Nathan. Relax for me. I’ve got you.”
He curls his finger deep inside me and I moan into his mouth, louder than I meant to and when he adds a second finger, I break off the kiss with a shaky gasp.
His smirk deepens as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out a silicone toy.
It’s big, veiny, and bright fucking blue.
My breath catches. “What—”
He settles back over me, holding the toy in one hand. “I bought it thinking it’d be fun to stretch you out before you were ready to take me,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me.
He stands long enough to shove off his jeans and underwear, his cock thick and flushed, making my mouth go dry. God, he’s so fucking hot.
He climbs back between my legs and looks down at me. “You want to?” he asks.
I meet his eyes—those gorgeous green eyes that have wrecked my brain for years—and say, “Yes. I trust you.”
Logan’s face softens, heat and affection blending until I can barely look at him without wanting to cry. He leans down and kisses me, melting something inside my chest. His tongue slides against mine, sucking gently, making my body shiver.
He pulls back only when I’m panting, and taps my stomach twice. “Turn over for me. On your stomach.”
I blink up at him, my breath still catching from the kiss, but his hand’s already on my hip.
I roll over onto my stomach, my heart thudding.
I can feel him watching me—can practically hear the smirk in his breath as his hands slide down my back, his thumbs brushing my sides like he’s mapping out my body.
“Ah—fuck—” I jolt when his teeth sink into my ass, a sharp nip that makes me gasp. He chuckles against my skin, not sorry at all, and licks over the bite, making me shiver all over.
His palms grip me tighter, spreading me open. “Fuck, this ass,” he mutters under his breath before he leans in and buries his tongue in my ass, licking over my puckered hole.
I moan helplessly into the sheets. His hands hold me steady, spreading me wide while he devours me, teasing, fucking me with his mouth until I’m trembling and breathless.
He pulls back after a few minutes, and shifts me easily, placing me just where he wants me. Knees apart, ass up, and my back gently pushed down until my chest is flush with the mattress, my cock pressing into the sheets.
I feel completely exposed like this. Owned by him.
And I love it.
Logan grabs the toy beside me and I hear the slick sound of lube as he coats the toy. My hips twitch before I can stop them, like it’s already in me, like my body’s already aching for it.
I suck in a breath, my fingers fisting the sheets when I feel the toy press against my hole.
“Holy shit,” I groan when it slips past my stretched hole. “Ughh. Logan—”
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let it in, baby. You’re doing perfect.”
Perfect. God. That word does something to me.
I let out a broken noise, pressing my face harder into the bed.
The toy keeps sliding in, and every time I think he’s gone as deep as he can, there's more.
I arch off the bed, gripping the sheets, breathing hard as the stretch builds and builds and builds.
Logan keeps one hand on my thigh as he stretches me open.
“Fuck yes,” he praises, and fuck me if he doesn’t sound proud. “Your greedy little hole’s loving it.”
I whine and he groans loud, like the sound goes straight to his cock.
He pushes a little deeper, pausing to let my body adjust, heat blooming low in my stomach, spreading outward until it’s all I can feel.
Logan adjusts his grip, nudging the toy in just a little more, and I let out something between a moan and a whimper.
“Fuck,” I breathe, barely able to get the word out. “It feels so—”
“So what?” Logan murmurs, close to my ear.
“So good,” I gasp. “God. So fucking good.”
I hear a low groan behind me as the toy shifts again. He moves it in shallow thrusts, making me feel every slick drag of it inside me.
“You like that, baby?” he grunts. “You like the way it fills you up?”
“Yeah,” I moan, my breath catching hard in my throat. “Yeah—fuck—”
I squeeze my eyes shut, the pleasure flooding too fast, too deep, every nerve ending buzzing under my skin. My body trembles as he pushes the toy a little deeper, testing how much I can take.
He groans, and the sound does something to me. I glance over my shoulder, keeping my cheek pressed to the sheets, needing to see him.
“You’re gonna feel incredible around me,” he says, his eyes glued to where the toy is slowly disappearing into my body. “I can’t wait to fuck you for real. My cock’s gonna feel so much better than this plastic toy.”
My hole flutters around the toy, greedy, aching, clenching like it knows what it’s missing. “I want it,” I pant. “I want your cock.”
Logan groans like he’s been waiting to hear that all night and grabs my chin, tilting my face up before crashing his lips to mine.
He pulls back and presses his forehead to mine. “Turn over. I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”
I let him move me, rolling onto my back. He settles between my legs, pushing them open like he owns me, like this is where I was always meant to be. He leans back, just enough to look down at me, his eyes fixed between my legs like he’s starved for the sight, letting out a low curse.
His fingers wrap around the base of the toy and he starts pulling it out slow, inch by slick inch, watching the whole time as my rim clenches, fluttering with the loss.
“You’re so ready for me,” he breathes, like he’s never seen anything more beautiful than my stretched hole. His hand slides along my thigh, but then he stops, his brows tugging together.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his forehead dropping to mine as he exhales hard. “I didn’t bring a condom.”
I tilt my head, brushing my nose against his. “I don’t want you to use one,” I whisper against his lips.
His breath catches. “Nathan—”
“I want you bare inside me,” I interrupt, sliding my hand to his hip, pulling him closer. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
The sound he makes is wrecked, his grip tightening like he’s barely holding it together. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second, his forehead still pressed to mine, before he looks at me again.
“I’m on PrEP,” he says, swallowing hard. “But there hasn’t been anyone else,” he adds. “Not for a while. It’s only been you.”
Something twists deep in my chest, but I don’t blink. Don’t look away. I just breathe him in and let the words spill out of me. “I trust you.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “You’re really sure?” he asks, brushing his thumb against my flushed cheeks.
“Yes,” I breathe, with no hesitation. “I want you. Please.”
My lips tingle when he kisses me softly, and when he pulls back, my eyes follow his movements as he grabs the lube again and slick himself, stroking his cock before he lines himself up.
He leans down to kiss me again, my hands tangling in his hair, losing myself in him, pausing slightly when I feel him push inside me slowly—so slow it makes my vision blur.
He pushes the first inch, then the second, slowly thrusting into me. The stretch is both familiar—after the toy—and brand new.
I gasp into his mouth when he continues to push deeper, and he pauses halfway, his breath heavy against my lips. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, clutching at his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
My breath catches, the stretch sharper now, hotter, but so mind-numbingly good. He moves slowly, patient, careful, even as he trembles above me.
He leans down to kiss me again as he starts to move, feeding me inch by inch until he’s fully inside, buried to the hilt.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I’m completely full and stretched, with his cock so deep I swear I can feel it in my gut. Every breath I take is ragged, every nerve in my body focused on the thick pressure of him inside me.
“Fuck,” Logan growls, like he’s barely hanging on. “God, your ass feels so fucking good.”